We pick our spot on a secluded hill, just as the summer sun has set. You're sitting back, leaning on your hands as I move to the basket to get some Shiraz. The first glass comes out but I place it down near your ankle. The bottle is in my hand and hovers over the glass. With my thumb over it, I trickle a tiny bit on the top of your foot. My hand cups the sole of your foot and I lift it to me. My other hand tickles your ca...